Chapter 9
May 21, 2024.]
After seven straight days of rain in Chicago, the sun finally came out brilliantly that day.
Scarlett had personally laid her parents to rest, then received her own test results at the hospital.[]
“Cancer,” the doctor said. “By the time we found it, it had already metastasized to the bone.“[
Simply put, it was incurable.
“Even chemotherapy will only extend your life.“[]
Outside the window, tree leaves rustled in the wind. The golden sunlight streamed in, falling on Scarlett in patches, yet it felt as cold as ice.[]
Looking at the test results, her voice trembled slightly:[]
“How much time do I have?“]
The doctor was silent for a moment, then said, “If you start chemotherapy immediately, you’ll last longer.“]
Scarlett nodded, but her throat was too constricted to say anything more.
She had just promised at her parents‘ graves that she would live well, never imagining she would break that promise so soon.[]
Over the next two months, she underwent four rounds of chemotherapy at the hospital.[]
Before her first treatment, she searched online for information about cancer and chemotherapy, approaching it with infinite fear. Afterward, she discovered the reality was far worse than anything she had anticipated.[]
The bone marrow suppression intensified, her blood cell count gradually decreased, and an indescribable suffering engulfed her.[]
In her dreams, she could still see her parents and Nathaniel, as if she were desperately struggling at the edge of a cliff. But when she opened her no one there.[]
eyes, she
found
The mental torture was far worse than the physical pain.[]
After her fourth chemotherapy session, she returned home to find a cake at her doorstep. Only then did she remember it was July 1st–her birthday. This cake had been designed by her parents before they died.[]
She brought the cake inside and took a small bite, but it wasn’t sweet as expected. It was bitter, causing a painful nausea.[]
Tears fell one after another.
Through her blurred vision, she seemed to see her father and mother smiling, saying, “Be happy, sweetheart. Be joyful.“[]
She cried for a long time, her suppressed sobs echoing in the cold, empty room, only to realize she had no outlet for her grief.[]
“July 1, 2024. Weather: Sunny.
“Today marks two months since our breakup, Nathaniel. I’m dying. You still don’t answer my calls, I know you don’t want to see me, but I just wanted to talk to you so badly. Nathaniel, I have no one else to talk to now.”
Nathaniel’s fingers trembled as he read these lines, his vision completely blurred with tears.[]
That call–he remembered that call. He hadn’t answered, and then he had even blocked her number.
He had assumed Scarlett had her parents for support, that she wouldn’t suffer.]
He truly believed that his absence from her world wouldn’t make a difference.]
August 23, 2024. Weather: light rain. Happy birthday, Nathaniel. What are you doing now? Last time I called, you blocked my number, so I don’t dare contact you anymore. But I still want to ask, why did you break up with me? If we meet again, could you tell me the answer? But I know there won’t be such an opportunity.
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Chapter 9
because I’ve already given up on chemotherapy and applied for assisted suicide in Switzerland.”
“January 3, 2025. My assisted suicide application has been approved. I know you’re in Switzerland too. Do you think it’s possible I might see you one last time before I die? Would you even remember me? Maybe you’ve already forgotten.”
“July 1, 2025. Nathaniel, you’re such a jerk. I really want to curse you out, but that cake was so sweet–from the first bite, I knew you made it. I don’t want to curse you anymore. Nathaniel, thank you for spending my last birthday with me.“[]
Outside the medical facility, tree leaves shook violently
in the wind.[]
The golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating shifting, dizzying patterns of light and shadow.[]
Nathaniel’s face was wet with cold tears. He closed the diary.
Riley had finally caught up to him. She gently took Nathaniel’s hand.
“Nate, today is our wedding. You promised my brother…”
“Riley,” Nathaniel interrupted her, his eyes red–rimmed but his voice eerily calm.]
“Scarlett is dead. All the conditions from before–they’re void now.”
Scarlett
